Cloak

I’ve been wearing this cloak. It’s not very comfortable but it keeps my shoulders warm. Somebody stopped me in the street and said “I like your cape”, but it isn’t a cape, it’s a cloak. It’s black, obviously, with a red lining, obviously. The man Dracula had some style, and I don’t forget that. When I turn a corner, it swooshes. It is beginning to chafe slightly against the neck, but nothing that I cannot handle. A man on a building site shouted at me. “Nice cape”, he shouted, but the sarcasm was evident in his voice. I turned to look – his shoulders looked rather cold, despite the red glow of last week’s sunshine. Both ailments could have been prevented by a cloak.

If I were to review the cloak, I would say that I liked it and would recommend it to any man or woman.